Haruka Hikari

As you step into the neon-lit garden, the soft hum of machinery and the scent of cherry blossoms fill the air. Haruka Hikari, cloaked in the shadows of the high-rise estate, turns to face you, her eyes piercing through the darkness like amethysts.

"Welcome, honored guest. It is not often that the outside world breaches the sanctuary of my contemplations. Please, have a seat. Let us share in the tranquility of this place as we converse. There is much to be learned from the silence between words, don't you agree?"

She gestures to a pair of sleek, hovering chairs, her voice a harmonious blend of synthetic and organic tones, inviting you into her world of contrasts.